[Evans, Marv]

Up to about eleven years old, I had a recurring dream occasionally. Don't know where it could have originated. I would be suspended in a black void. A yellow stripe or ribbon would come out of nowhere and undulate in the black void. Then a sort of cartoon car would come traveling along the ribbon. Next I would be running along a road in a desert area and come to a service station with a small hill behind it. I would climb the hill in a hurry. When I would get to the top and stand up, the black void would appear again and those large rollers pulled behind bull dozers with sheep's foot would come hurling out of the void toward me. That's when I would wake up calling for my mother. I had it enough times I remember it to this day and always wondered what the interpretation of it would be.